It feels like the last week was about 37 days long. I'm pooped and aching in my legs and shoulders. I told the hubster it feels like the Fourth of July weekends of my youth — there was always a soccer tournament and several games in the hot summer sun.
So I took it easy today. Did some laundry, copied a bunch of CDs into iTunes and took a nap. The Punks helped the hubster wash the car and played in the pool for a bit.
Now we're enjoying cake and ice cream before settling in to watch fireworks on the TV. I'd consider going to a display, but the TV has a volume control and we don't have to fight for parking or seating.
Postscript ...
We went to Target to spend the saved money that was burning a hole in the Punks' pockets. Punkette added to her robot hamster collection and the Punk added to his cars. All is well in Bladosdom tonight.
... and the cat can't eat it (Ooops)
ReplyDeleteJill -- No, that's true. It does, however, chase the dog all over the house. Poor little chicken dog. ;-)
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